marky markers.

yep.
that's a big skull and some wings.
and some twistie stuff, too.
he brought me a picture,
on a shirt,
of what he basically wanted,
and which i pretty much immediately disregarded.
i went with more of the colonial slate gravestone feel...
it's a weird placement,
but i think i like it...
drawing this stuff takes a while, though,
skintight, right on the client's body bits,
especially in the three different colors of markers i use to refine it,
trying to fit it exactly on the area,
and not wipe it off,
and editing the whole mess on the fly.....
oh man,
one of these days i'll start using stencils again.
all that extra 'in-the-moment' groundwork,
when 1 shot,
in pencil,
on paper,
ahead of time,
could've probably given me what i needed too,
with a fraction of the time investment,
only in advance...
of course,
that's the problem i always have:
i'd rather work harder to freestyle the whole lightningstorm as it unfolds,
so we can be surprised (hopefully pleasantly so) together....
wrenches, ya'll. a la mode.

last night we watched groundhog day, naturally.
it's still awesome.
whistlepig fever in full effect.
today, however,
is a day for drawing.
'spirits and memories of the woodsly goodness' is NOT gonna make itself.
and jess has already finished 3 complete pages....
i'm still rockin' just sketches.

my car goes in for repairs, today, too.
there was a little light that kept telling me to check my engine,
but every time i looked under the hood,
the engine was still there...
after a while,
i figured that the 'boy who cried wolf' probably taught my car a trick or two,
and i took the checking as more like a suggestion.
i mean,
it's not like the statement ends in an exclamat!on po!nt.
i'm just sayin'...
of course,
with inspection of it's road worthiness past due,
the time is at hand to check in on mr. motor again.
i was hoping for an inconvenient expense and obligation to pop up.
score!!

super soul sounds of the seventies is playin'.
discs one, two, and three.
sexy, sultry, sassy, and seductive.
my ears are popping boners.
never quiet, never soft....